The Omega and Her Three Wolves
It took me a moment to focus on her, and when I did, I had to bite back a scowl of my own.
“Mrs. Malraux,” I greeted Joe’s mother wearily.
“Zachary, can you please tell my son to start answering my calls?”
She said, putting her hands on her hips. She was wearing a business suit today, her hair coiffed and all in all, looking like one hell of a power MILF. “Just because he’s gotten himself a mate doesn’t mean he can start neglecting his mother. I’ve gone through a lot of shit to make sure he has every opportunity to have a good life, and if he wants to throw it away on some tramp, that’s his choice. But that doesn’t mean she can just turn him against me so easily.”
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